Those gentle whispers
Tease lingual surfaces;
Febrile temperatures rise
Proximal positioning igniting
Thoracic fires. Consumed
With uncontrolled palpitations…
More of me
Day 17 of NaPoWriMo is a dictionary poem. I chose the following 10 words (among others) from a medical dictionary I have on the shelf and wrote a poem: disoriented, exhalation, lingual, febrile, palpitation, palpation, perfusion, proximal, thoracic, trembles.
Unfortunately it’s a little late because I was on the road all day, but I hammered out most of it on my phone yesterday and wrapped it up this morning.